Page 70 of The Merger

I was determined to be good, but I had to bite my lip when he sucked my other nipple into his mouth. Instead of biting this time he sucked hard. I felt the pull all the way down to my clit which throbbed in tandem with every pull of his mouth. My back arched, and I trembled with the need to moan. Somehow I managed to swallow the sound, but the effort caused spots to appear in my vision.

He hummed against my flesh, and his mouth worked down my stomach. He alternated nibbling and sucking, but still I remained silent.

“You’re doing so well, Sunshine. But I amgoing to make you cry out. I guess my baby just needs more, huh?”

Choppy breaths came into my lungs, and I held it. I knew I was going to lose, but in losing I was going to win the best orgasm of my life.

Stryker’s fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear, and slowly drew them down my legs. His hands landed on my knees, and he pushed them open wide. A rumbling hum came from his throat. “So hot and tight. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock. Are you ready to scream?”

He settled between my spread thighs. When his hot breath hit my shaved mound I shivered. His fingers spread the lips of my pussy, exposing my clit. I expected the teasing touches he’d given me before. I was not expecting him to suck the bundle of nerves as hard as he had my breast.

My breathing got louder, but still I managed not to make a sound. I was so wet I could feel the slickness leaking from my core, but I was too far gone to be embarrassed. Then I was just grateful when he shoved two thick fingers deep inside of me, pumping furiously.

I shook my head back and forth. The remains of my control starting to slip.

“Give in,” he growled. “Stop fighting me and I’ll fuck you as hard as you begged me earlier.”

I wanted to do as he asked, but I wanted to push him a little farther. Something told me the more I resisted, the harder he’d take me.

Stryker curled his fingers and hit a spot deep inside that made those spots in my vision become stars. His tongue swirled and flicked hard against my clit causing a vibrating sensation. His fingers plunged deep and hard, and I lost it. I groaned long and loud, my body shook with the force of my orgasm.

He pulled his fingers out of me and sucked them into his mouth. It was the filthiest and hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

“Good girls get rewarded,” he said as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth.

With my legs propped over his arms he bent me in half, and I knew as powerful as my last orgasm was, I hadn’t seen anything yet.

The head of his cock pressed against my opening, and he thrust deep inside of me. The veins in his neck stood out and perspiration beaded on his brow. “Fucking perfect,” he mumbled.

This time I didn’t try to stay silent. I moaned each time he slammed into me. He’d looped the middle of the cuffs through one of the slats in the headboard, and I finally experienced the extent of being bound. I struggled against the bindings, wanting nothing more than to touch him.

He slipped his arms out from under my legs and wrapped them around his waist. Then he grabbed the headboard and used it to help him drive deeper and harder. The sounds of banging wood, skin slapping, and our collective grunts filled the room. It was an erotic soundtrack I knew would play on repeat in my memories for a long time. His hips rolled, grinding his pelvis against my clit.

Just as I was starting to climb the peak again he pulled out. “I want more,” he growled.

He unbuckled the hook connecting the cuffs and flipped me over to my stomach. Grabbing my hips he pulled me back onto my knees. Before I could take a breath he pushed back inside of me. His fingers dug into my skin, and he used the strength of his arms to slam me against him every time he thrust forward.

Stryker’s large palm struck the cheek of my ass. The slight sting quickly morphed into incredible pleasure. “You are mine. I’ll never let you go again. Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded.

“You,” I panted. “I belong to you.”

He fucked me harder and deeper than ever before. I realized he’d held back up until now. This was what it meant to belong to him. For the first time, I felt what I’d always been missing, a connection. I gave myself over to the sensation. My head became fuzzy and there was no more thought. I was flying, rising higher than I ever had.

I felt the moment he lost control. His movements became jerky, and he growled as hot jets of cum filled me. The sensation was so primal I screamed as my entire body clenched along with the inner muscles of my pussy. My vision went black, and I let myself drift off to an exhausted slumber.

* * *

Iwoke up slowly the next morning. My muscles were deliciously sore, but I felt more rested than I ever remembered being. Sunlight streamed into our room, and I realized it was later in the day than I normally awoke.

Rolling to my side, I found the other side of the bed empty. There was a moment of panic. Last night Stryker and I connected body and soul, but I still woke up alone. Panic seized my chest, and another revelation hit me. This was the reason I held back before. He had power over me, even without his hand on my throat and that terrified me. Needing someone who could leave me went against all of my self-protective instincts. Part of me wanted to turn back the clock and push him away harder, but he’d worked his way too far past my walls. Scary or not, he was vital to me now, and I could either continue to live in fear or finally be brave.

Before I could fall too far into the pit of my personal hell, the smell of coffee filtered into the room. I made my way into the other room and found Stryker sitting at the table with the reports I’d been going over with Aaron the last couple of weeks spread out on the table. When he saw me enter the room he got up and got me a cup of coffee without a word. I sat down at the table and he set a mug down in front of me.

He dropped a kiss on my forehead before joining me at the table. Lifting the cup to my lips I took a sip and found it perfectly doctored to my tastes. Half filled with sweet cream, it was equal parts coffee and creamer, just the way I liked it.

Stryker smirked at me. “That isn’t real coffee.”

I shrugged. “It’s enough caffeine to wake me up, but hides the bitter, nasty coffee taste.”

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